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Imprisoned Freedom Chapter 21Chapter 21
It wasn't long until Graduation had happened and school was over with. Everyone had passed with what they figured they were going too... and some not at all. Articus had made sure to pass every single class with honors while Nami and Jillyfoo each just passed the basics. Lee however had dropped out of high-school the last few weeks just so it wasn't shown on his records to have deliberately failed all required classes to pass like a regular student. He was just going to barely make it but in the end decided he was just not cut out for it. instead he figured he could finish it all online, which he did during summer...
Summer had been an interesting one at that. Where Jillyfoo and Lee grew closer with Jillyfoo helping Lee finish his studies, Nami and Articus grew somewhat further away from each-other. Nami felt odd being around him after prom... the whole night had gone just so perfect she didn't want to end up ruining the idea of them being an item with lame activities and ou
Imprisoned Freedom Chapter 20Chapter 20
Articus walked into the front door of the apartment, he shared with his brother, and rested his bag of school books in the chair by the doorway. His day at school was anything but enjoyable. First he had to deal with Lee being stupid, but he could deal with that any day... but then he also had to make sure Nami didn't kill him all day. To top that off, Prom was coming around, and the school board had voted him to take care of the music for the event to save a few bucks. He didn't mind helping out, but the real reason they wanted him was because the groups they hired before bailed out at the last minute. He had to make an entire playlist of songs before the event in 2 weeks. Articus wasn't planning on WORKING the event... he wanted to take Nami as his other. He couldn't do both...
Lee walked in shortly after and saw Articus slink into his room. "Hey... what did they want this time?" he knew the office had called his brother in after school to talk with him.
"Prom is next week
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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